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I stopped only after driving a mile or two up the road realizing my mistake, pulling as far to the right side as I reasonably could, and leaned my head out the window to gauge my chances of backing out, only to have the razorblades of wind and ice slap me across the face like an irate parent. That was when I decided to just pull over (slightly) towards the side of the road and park for the night. Surely after the storm was over a plow truck would be along to clear the road, right? After turning off the engine and killing the lights I discovered there’s no darkness quite as black as the darkness of a raging blizzard in the middle of the forest. Even in a Raccoon Sleeping Angel Ornament location on a normal night there’s moonlight, or even starlight. Heck even during rain storms there’s the light of passing cars, distant houses, even lightning to give context to ones surroundings. This was complete and total blackness, accompanied only by the howling of the wind as it rocked my car, and Max’s soft whines as he senses my growing unease. A large part of me wanted to turn on the engine, hold back the cold and the darkness for at least a few hours, but I knew there was nowhere near enough in the tank to last until dawn, and once it ran dry my car would probably be stuck there until spring came.

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I knew from the beginning, in my mind, that I shouldn’t have allowed myself to get involved with someone who was so mentally challenged. And, at first, because I wanted him physically to such an extreme, I rationalized that he was the male equivalent to the female dumb blonde. Or, something like the John Travolta character from ‘Welcome Back, Kotter.’ But then, after a while, and only a little while, something else began to happen. I started to have feelings for him. At first, they were feelings of empathy, and wanting to protect him from the world. Then, they were feelings of just missing him… missing the way he smiled, and would pick me up and Raccoon Sleeping Angel Ornament spin me around and kiss me, and the feeling of snuggling up in those big strong arms. And then… I started to love him. Oh, woe is me. I tried to push it away, and I couldn’t. It happened so fast, I didn’t know what hit me. But even as I was sinking quickly into the quagmire of love with this man, I kept thinking… “I could never marry him. What if we had a baby, and I died or something, and he was responsible for taking care of it? The baby might need medicine one day, and it’s virtually guaranteed that he would fuck up the dosage, and possibly kill it. No, no. I can’t ever allow that to happen.”

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I have been jealous of girls who I thought were prettier, had more money, had bigger breasts. But I got over it. Years ago. Like…who fucking cares??? I was mad and jealous that I wasn’t white when I was 15. That I had to live in a rough neighborhood with roughnecks. I got over it. They are jealous because they want what they can’t have and don’t ever realize they are enough. They project they are gods but inside they are weak, miserable people who feel worthless. And that hurts. It’s an inescapable drip of torture serum into their brains. they project their insecurity onto others. I believe they CAN choose between “good and/or bad” behavior- as we all do. I don’t think anyone’s childhood was perfect. It’s not meant to be. We, as souls, came here to learn and grow. In the dark, we dig up to the Raccoon Sleeping Angel Ornament.But from observing my father, my sister, and my ex spouse they are stuck. Stuck in fear, jealousy and anger at inner demons they can’t escape from. Living in fear and insecurity everyday from some brain washing/ abuse they received as a child. I believe they are aware of it or else it wouldn’t bother them so much. Perhaps that’s when one becomes a psychopath. When you just don’t give a shit at all. Total numbness.